Of small cities and big hopes. Of shattered dreams, shredded hearts and sold souls.”
Poetic, it sounds. Doesn’t it?
Well, it should, as the hangover of being amidst poets of the rarest kind makes you feel as one too.
Bhubaneshwar Poetry Club in association with Oxford book store, Pal Heights brought us the rare combination of half a hundred enthusiast listeners, a myriad of poems ranging from unconventional topics to multilingual approach over a guitar, books and beverages.
A supposed-to-be lazy Sunday morning was filled with ecstasy by people from different corners of the state with vivid professional background, all held together by the subtle string of immense love for words.
Some crazy-heads called themselves poets and weaved words that kept the mass enchanted throughout. The magic transformed itself into smiles and expressions of awe that could be seen plastered on everyone.
The session went on as we witnessed “Dreams” “Words” “Enigmatic references” “Prostitution Through a Different Lens” “Feminism” “Love” “Lust” “Frustration” “Lost essence of letters” “Growing up” “Childhood” “Fighting back” “Tale of Stories” and every odd, hard to think of matter that take shape through the vision of poets. They filled the poems with their own souls.
They all called themselves misfits, misfits of the society who choose to retaliate through words.
A Sunday morning could have been no better than with the musings of misfits dripping all of your soul.
We need more such poetic meets to make this world a better place. For you and for me and the entire human race.
Poetry teaches to live, love and learn.
[Story Courtesy: Dibyaswarupa Mohanty]
[Photo Courtesy: Ranvir Deb]